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Evangeline is our fifth blessing from the Lord. She was born in January 2008 with an undiagnosed Congenital Heart Defect; Transposition of the Great Arteries. At 10 days old, she presented with respiratory distress. In the ER she crashed and a team of a dozen doctors worked through the night to revive her tiny body as it went into shock. After diagnosing her broken heart, she was Life Flighted to MUSC in Charleston for open heart surgery. She has since battled Congestive Heart Failure, Chronic Lung Disease, severe reflux, Failure to Thrive and auto-immune disorders.
Her name means "Peace", though her short life has been anything but! We sense that God is teaching us "peace in the storm" through her little life! She is our precious miracle and a testimony to the power of prayer and Gods gracious healing. This is the journal of her life and those who love her.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

This is the post in which I do not earn any "brownie points" for being a holistic, tree-hugging, cloth-diapering, au naturel, vaccine-delaying, health-fanatic, nutritious, granola good mom.

Brownies. Maybe.
Brownie points. No.

You see. I have a confession....

Sunday.
Its a tradition.
Every week.

We take our "day of rest" seriously And this means I don't, on this day, spend my afternoon in the un-airconditioned kitchen cooking up a fancy, healthy, well rounded meal.

Nope.
I take a nap.
Gigi, Evie and I.
Every Sunday. We pull the blinds. We each have our own "nap blankets" and we get a glorious 2 hours of sleep snuggled together in our King-sized bed.
Its a tradition.
One of my favorites!

So when dinner time rolls around and hungry bellies beg to be fed, I do what every loving mother does. I feed my kids.
But not what you feed your kids for dinner.
We pull out tubs of ice-cream, whip up some whipped-cream, and layer on the chocolate syrup and sprinkle toppings.
Its Ice-Cream Sundae Sunday!

Technically, its "banana splits", because in my mind, I can justify that.
Bananas = fruit
peanuts = protein
ice cream = dairy
Basically, we have sufficiently covered all the main food groups :)

And in case you are wondering, no. Its not dessert after dinner. It is dinner!
We dont eat dessert every night. But on Sunday nights, I am a super cool mom and we get one major dose of high-fructose corn syrup and red dye # 5.

Ive had more than one mom raise their eyebrow at my negligent parenting.
Im unapologetic. Its a memory. And it makes me feel not so bad for saying "no" to dessert other nights:) It wont be too much longer that my growing boy will let me get away with no "meat and potatoes" for dinner, but for now, there are no complaints at least one night a week at dinnertime!

So consider yourself warned.
Bring your kids around on a Sunday evening for a visit and this is the nutritious main course your children will be invited to partake with us......